Oh man, oh man, the homework is finished, the classes are done, the exams don’t exist, my degree is finished! All I need is to actually get handed the piece of paper in May, and I’ll be a big-person librarian. I finished up my work on Wednesday. Cut to me, on Thursday, completely lost and confused. Seriously, it’s been so long since I didn’t have anything to do, I’m pretty sure I can’t function like that. Apparently I need a job and nine million hobbies and parties to go to or I go batty, wandering around downtown, caressing bowls and produce. Luckily, Friday had plenty of activities lined up! I think two days of nothing to do would be the end of me.
Friday kickboxing was good times. We worked on chest and abs, whoo! I’m looking forward to being in some pain tomorrow. For one exercise, you laid on your back with your legs straight up above you, and reached up to touch your toes. Then you did a sit-up. Then you touched your toes twice, and two sit-ups. Then three times. All the way up to fifteen. I just did the math, and that’s 120 all together. Urg. But I did it! We also did pushups, where your partner does a plank, and you do a pushup on one side of her (facing her), then walk your hands over her shoulders, two pushups on the other side, walk over her shoulders again, three pushups, up to ten. I remember doing this at the bootcamp last summer and sucking at it so hard, so I was really pleased that I did it, if not elegantly (never elegantly), at least properly and finishing.
Then, kicking things! We practiced countering a Thai kick with a kick to the inner thigh, which was fun even if I apparently missed that I was supposed to the throwing Thai kicks. We had to keep our hands down to counter the kicks, which was OK because we were out of range of any punches, but it still felt counter-intuitive to have both hands down. I now have a pretty nasty bruise inside my knee. Bruise watch alert! It’s been so long since I had a really satisfying bruise, I am excited. I also got punched in the nose because I wasn’t paying attention while I was supposed to be picking jabs to the face. This happens sometimes, but what was weirdly embarrassing about this time was that my nose started running like crazy! I was actually worried it might be bleeding or something, even though I knew I hadn’t been hit very hard, it was just so runny! And gross! Anyway, that’s my completely necessary story about things that might happen if you get hit in the face. The more you learn~
I went straight from kickboxing to the MLIS year-end party. (I’m always entertained by getting dressed up fancy at the club, because usually I dash out in my sweaty clothes without even redoing my ponytail.) Very nice event, but I would’ve killed for some munchies. I tried to start a ridiculous dance party with Leah, Naomi and Monica, but by the time the real dance party started I’d apparently lost interest. I have a very small window of dance-party, it would seem. Anatoliy gave me very good job search advice, because he is the sweetest. And generally I caroused and chatted with people. No drinking, though, because I am poor and sometimes I just don’t feel like drinking. (Often when I’m poor.)
Having a car is going well. I am offering rides all over the place, because I feel I have been given a lot of rides and I’ve built up ride-karma or something like that. And in three days I’ll be back to being carless, so there’s that. But I’ve come up with a new slogan for myself, based on my driving abilities in a new city, being inexperienced. You see, I’m not a jerk. I signal when I switch lanes, I shoulder-check, I don’t tailgate. My problem, you see, is that I’m profoundly stupid. I just wind up in the wrong lane sometimes, or I don’t know the rules of turning in this intersection. So I feel I need a bumper sticker that sums me up: “Rarely an asshole, but often an idiot” And really, couldn’t this apply to so many of us? It’s the human condition. Sometimes, yes, we are assholes, but mostly we’re just rock-stupid. I am onto something here.